cleangetawayrose:

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Rose’s eyes snapped opened suddenly. It was not a slow wakening with grogginess or fog. It was like she was coming awake after being startled. Blue eyes opening wide and beholding the white room that filled with a sudden, nameless fear. Where was she?

She pushed…

Rose watched Kira push Alistair out the door and scratched at the iv that was in the back of her hand. She didn’t like hospitals. they made her nervous. “Been better, Kira…” Rose murmured, looking at the dark haired girl. “The bar…is it?”
#kira

jakob-fitzroy:

Jakob’s eyes danced over Jo’s face in the dim flickering light, waiting for her to notice, hoping he wasn’t coming off as creepy as she started singing softly. He gave her a soft smile as she finally caught a glimpse of him and she stopped, embarrassed. “No no it’s fine…its quite…beautiful.” he said softly, wanting to reach up and tuck back her hair, but worried that the uninvited touch would be too formal. Instead, he went for the old, “popcorn” trick and their fingers grazed each other. A smug satisfaction came over him as he saw her cheeks blush and could tell from her body language that he was having the desired effect on her. “It’s ok” he said quietly, “I don’t mind” he added, letting his pinky finger reach out to brush her hand again.

"I was thinking, Jo…maybe sometime, when Charles lets me out of the house eventually…maybe we could go downtown to an actual theater, catch an old movie…maybe go to dinner…I have some in’s with some pretty nice places, I could get us a table…I mean…if you’d want to…" He tilted his head down, looking up through his lashes at her, trying to seem far less confident than he was so he didn’t come on too strong. In truth, he couldn’t care less about old movies, or Jo herself really. But he had a job to do, and if it meant taking the grumpy woman out on a date, he’d do it..for his dad.

 ”You…want to go on a date..with me?” She asked, her brows drawing together. She simply couldn’t comprehend this. Jakob was a handsome young man. Why on earth would he want anything to do with her? They didn’t even know each other that well. “Why?”

baby-prince-ferdi:

He didn’t notice Jo got up. He was still trying so hard to make the panic attack go away. He didn’t want to freak out but especially not in front of Jo. Shed always been so strong for him and he would never want to through that in her face. He only noticed she had moved when she was standing in front of him with a glass of water. “Thank you.” He said simply taking a drink. The cool liquid flowing down his throat did something to regulate his breathing. He looked up at her, listening to her words but suddenly feeling like she wasn’t the one saying them.

"What’s wrong, Jo? And don’t lie to me. I can’t take that right now."

"You can’t handle a lot of stuff right now, Ferdi," Jo said quietly as she watched him. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him a lot of things, but he clearly wouldn’t be able to handle the bomb she’d drop on him. "but I’m glad to be home,"

muscle-for-hire:

Alastair could only nod as the paramedic spoke. Alistair slowly brought himself to standing. “I’m going with her,” he said sternly, no room for arguments or discussion.

Alistair’s eyes glared at the man in uniform as his question came out dripping with suspicion. “Are you implying something?” Alistair’s teeth were clenched so tight he swore he could feel them crack. “Do you think if I knee who did this they would still be standing!? Do you have any idea who the hell I am!?”

The paramedic frowned as Alistair snapped at him, “Hey, just trying to understand the situation,”

Rose glared at the paramedic, although it was a watered down expression. “You leave him alone! If it wasn’t for Alistair, I’d be dead!”

"Easy, easy, getting you to the hospital is our first priority," The other paramedic said, giving his partner a dark look.

jakob-fitzroy:

 

Jo wasn’t sure what to think as the movie started and she munched on a couple of the fluffy popcorn pieces. It felt like more than a spontaneous viewing with everything he had set up, but she found as the movie started, she really couldn’t care. Movies, especially old movies, were her escape. This one in particular and it felt good to talk to someone about. Charles would watch one with her on occasion, but he ended up just asking questions throughout the whole film rather than conversing.

As Jakob asked her a question, her whole demeanor became charged almost, the trivia she knew just wanted to spill out of her.

 ”No,” She replied in the equally hushed tones he was using. “I think she’s gorgeous…did you know she’s only ninteen here? She’s such a professional. You couldn’t even get thirty year olds to give the performance she does,”

She smiled as the iconic “Play it Sam” scene began to unfurl, a beautiful bittersweet theme throughout the whole movie that would be used over and over in movies and cartoons for ages. “It’s one of my favorites too. I won’t get this song out of my head for days now,” She said with a small smile as Isla Lund’s character bullied the piano man to play her favorite song.

Jo’s lean frame began to relax and she reached over for another hand of popcorn.

Jakob relaxed a little feeling the more casual energy from the woman beside him. He gave her a nod and smile as she gushed about the movie starlet on the screen, enjoying how she followed his lead in whispering. “19?! Really? Wow, that’s crazy…at nineteen I could barely lie to my parents let alone give a performance like this…jeez.” He settled back into the sofa, offering up some of the candies to the older woman.

"OH I know, right? So beautiful." he agreed waiting until the man started playing to make sure, it was in fact a pretty song and he wouldn’t’ be caught for his inexperience with the movie. He glanced at Jo, letting his eyes linger as a wide smile built up on his face, he held his eyes on her as she grinned at the scene, waiting for her to notice his soft stare. Wanting to seem as if he’d gotten caught staring when she did finally notice.

He saw her make a move for the bowl, and slowly moved his hand the same, so their fingers touched as they gathered the kernels. Just a subtly hint, just some innocent/not so innocent touches to set the mood.

Jo really wasn’t one to give into nostalgie, especially around strangers. She typically kept up a front of distant and cool feelings. Charles was the only one who really got to see her, followed closely by Ferdinand. But this, after all the craziness and hardship and pain of the month, this was exactly what she needed. She smiled as Jakob agreed with her that the song was beautiful and she murmured along with a couple bars “You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh…” She could feel eyes on her and she looked at the young man from the corner of her eyes first, turning her head slightly and saw he was looking at her, staring, face soft in the flickering light of the television. She was glad for the darkness that covered up the blush that stained her pale cheeks. “Im sorry, you don’t need to hear my attempts at singing,” She smiled weakly. She reached for the popcorn and felt her fingers brush against his, warm and slightly greasy from the butter. It sent a small thrill through her, her cheeks stained darker and her heart was starting to hammer against her ribs. “Sorry,” She murmured.

lizziegettinbusy:

Lizzie awkwardly hung back a little, hazel eyes regarding Jo steadily. She wasn’t particular;y close with Jo and they often hadn’t quite seen eye to eye in the past (especially since rather a lot of Lizzie’s income came from the Prince mercenaries and hit men), but she did respect the older woman and didn’t like to see her upset. “Sure… Hey, uh, want to go to a bathroom or something? Might be less… Dusty.”

Jo huffed a little, but she didn’t need Charles or Ferdi or someone coming across in her near hysterics. That would just ruin everything. She took a breath and nodded, “Yeah…I think it would be,” She answered softly.

jakob-fitzroy:

This might be harder than he’d anticipated, Jo didn’t seem to appreciate his jokes. At least she took the popcorn and Jakob settled in for what could be a very awkward viewing of Casablanca, unless he could get Jo to relax a little.

A few minutes in, Jakob leaned over just slightly, whispering, “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? I mean, she’s got that classic kinda beauty, strong and witty…not like what the tabloids think now-a-days as pretty, but…”

He waited a few more scenes, then leaned over again, “Oh, this is the best part!” He had no idea what scene was coming, but he could think on his feet, come up with a lie if he needed to defend his ‘favorite scene.’His eyes flickered to Jo’s wondering if his talking was annoying her, or having the desired effect of making her feel like she had something in common with him, bonding together over a movie that Jakob only had a vague memory of seeing once when he was much younger, but he wouldn’t tell Jo that.

Jo wasn’t sure what to think as the movie started and she munched on a couple of the fluffy popcorn pieces. It felt like more than a spontaneous viewing with everything he had set up, but she found as the movie started, she really couldn’t care. Movies, especially old movies, were her escape. This one in particular and it felt good to talk to someone about. Charles would watch one with her on occasion, but he ended up just asking questions throughout the whole film rather than conversing.

As Jakob asked her a question, her whole demeanor became charged almost, the trivia she knew just wanted to spill out of her.

 ”No,” She replied in the equally hushed tones he was using. “I think she’s gorgeous…did you know she’s only ninteen here? She’s such a professional. You couldn’t even get thirty year olds to give the performance she does,”

She smiled as the iconic “Play it Sam” scene began to unfurl, a beautiful bittersweet theme throughout the whole movie that would be used over and over in movies and cartoons for ages. “It’s one of my favorites too. I won’t get this song out of my head for days now,” She said with a small smile as Isla Lund’s character bullied the piano man to play her favorite song.

Jo’s lean frame began to relax and she reached over for another hand of popcorn.

lizziegettinbusy:

Wordlessly, Lizzie got to her feet, fetched some tissues from the side and handed them to Jo, still looking quite concerned. “Huh. I’d suggest not meeting him in this state… What’s wrong? You’re never like this.”

"Just…got some dust in my eye," Jo muttered, pressing her face into the towel trying to rub away the tears. She wasn’t going to cry, not in front of Lizzie. She barely knew the girl and yet…it was almost crushing this need to just let everything out. SHe inhaled shakily, trying to keep herself together.

lizziegettinbusy:

It was quite a surprise to Lizzie when Jo stumbled into the room, making a beeline for the tap. The redhead turned in her seat, watching the other woman with interest and concern. “Jo… What’s the matter?”

Jo jumped a little at the red head’s voice, whipping around before she reached off to the side for a towel. “I…Lizzie…waiting for Charles?” She asked as she wiped off her face, trying to pat at her watering eyes without seeming overly obvious.